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**When Will My Morning Come?***

*This story is fictional, but the thoughts of the girl are mine*

The mansion was so quiet that anyone walking through the hallways could probably hear the sound of a pin dropping. All the palace princes and princesses were still fast asleep. All the royal eunuchs, servants, and slaves were also at their resting quarters. Princess Ayana slept in the fourth wing of the palace. Something caused her to wake up suddenly. It was just 4.00am in the wee hours of the morning. She smiled...hoping it would happen today. She was hoping the morning will come, and with the morning that a lot of amazing things would happen. So she put on a shawl and drew closer to her window pane. After opening the windows to let in a bout of fresh air, she sighed and waited for one more hour.

After numerous trials of counting sheep, an hour elapsed...then she began to see what she was looking for. The horizon. The apparent intersection of the earth and the sky, divided by the light from the early morning sun. Golden streams of light were pouring in through her window. She sprung up in joy...the morning was here and no one should be missing the sight of the horizon..So she quickly lifted the hem of her luminescent green floral garment and began to race towards the other three wings of the palace. Her sisters, her sisters. They shouldn't miss the horizon...she had to wake them up before the moment passed them by. She got to the first room, and jumped on her oldest sister's bed. "Joanna, Joanna...I can see the horizon right now, outside my window." She was in utter disbelief when her sister adamantly pushed her off the bed and dismissed her with a simple wave of her fingers. Joanna hissed and slept back. Unfortunately, her other two sisters gave similar responses...and her countenance fell. "When will my morning come?" She asked herself. Every time she saw the horizon, she felt empty because no one shared it with her. She felt that it wasn't real because no one acknowledged the morning sun. .Then all of a sudden, it dawned on her. Her morning was not everyone else's morning. Her morning was NOW. Her morning was when she decided to see the horizon. She must embrace the moment and enjoy the scenery. She must enjoy the gifts of joy that came with her morning. It was not dependent on any one, neither was it dependent on any thing. Then she danced back to her room, humming to herself...she stuck her hands out the window and received the rays of light with a smile.

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When will your morning come? Your morning is right now, as you read this piece with a smile on your lips. Your morning is not dependent on your surroundings, your family, your friends, or your partners. Your morning is whenever you decide to receive it from God. It took me a few hours last week Friday to determine that my morning was here and now, and also that I had the joy that came with it ("Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.").

God is giving you, my readers,a brand new morningright now. It doesn't matter what happened yesterday or in the past few seconds. I can see the horizon. I can see the rays of light pouring in through your window. You just need to accept this revelation, and let go and let God.

My gosh.. You seem to be echoing answers to questions in my sub-conciousness! Our daddy's mercies are new every single morning. Awesome father, I thank you immensely, for with and in you, there is Always a new morning, a new begining, a new meaning and a new season. And like Jaycee writes, we just have to reach out, be open to accept it. Daddy, I receive and walk into my new morning, yesterday is done and dusted... Thanks girl... this really spoke to me! God bless you loads.. lots of luv... x:-)

You may not have realised it, but you touched on rejection....... when will it be my turn, why must 'I' have to learn these lessons.. joanna and the others didn't have to suffer through life with the knowledge there was no one to share the 'morning' yet they were comfortable with that lack of knowledge.

Why was it such a painful existence for the young lady, and yet for Joanna and the others i appeared that their life was fulfilled. Some times I do wonder, why is it that we desire something a great deal, and for some they never have to go through the ordeal of it all.

What is the lesson, why the chosen.. This is something the Lord is teaching me.. Even in the midst of it all..... every test an opportunity to bring you even closer to God. You might be 'cursing' all the way though, but being chosen to represent Your God, is an honour never to be taken lightly.

As always I love your post. We dont know why we are tested to the point where we start to wonder if God really loves us, but this too shall pass. Lets pray we come out strong. Be blessed dearest. All is indeed well.

hmm Jaycee,God really bless you. I just had a painful conversation yesterday and I was crying unshed tears on my way to work this morning as I replayed and analyzed it in my head. Remi UK touched on it - rejectionKafo hit the nail on the head - your morning is when you wake up (did you know it's an igbo proverb?)

Thanks for sharing this piece. You always find a great way to tie your message with a beautiful and apt story. Thank you for reminding me today to stop comparing myself to others and receive my own morning. I wish you the same.

@ Jaycee- came to pay my respects. Also to let you know I think very highly of you and have said so in comments way back. - I always look forward to your habit of breaking things down and offering your observations. I am usually exposed to a new perspective by your comments, even in my writing.- I visit here often and read many of your posts.- I rarely leave comments perhaps because I feel like a hooker in church.- However, I do value and cherish your outlook to life and people.

Remi...echoing your sentiments along with you...YES, I believe there's always a new morning, a new beginning, a new meaning, and a new season. Couldn't have said it any better :)

The Life...it's amazing how another lesson has been translated thru this post...@ "tested to the point where we start to wonder if God really loves us." (Or if our sins were too grave that they cannot be forgiven). I've been there...but God saw me struggling in my blood, and He said "Live"...and He saw that it was my time for "Love" and He gave that to me as well... (read Ezekiel 16:6-14)...

Vera...it really is...

Kafo...the first time I heard that my morning does not necessarily have an A.M to it, my mind was blown...lol.

disGodkidd...I thank God too...my life is being changed too...:)

Simeon...a ya ya...some things only God alone can do! He's the only one that can change mourning into dancing in a split second (Isaiah 61).

Afrobabe...you were naked when u were born...feel free to display o...hmm...lol. Or do u want to change it? *wink*

Anonymous...crying unshed tears is even more painful than balling. Rejection! Amen, may we all realize our morning when it comes. It just hit me that the morning may be right in front of us, but the tears in our eyes may cloud our vision from seeing it.

Aloted..."timing"...that very important archaic word...

Standtall...Amen...

Shubby doo...I like it when a post reminds us of songs...lol.

Parakeet...t'was my pleasure dearie! *wink*

Afrobeat...thanks. God bless you too...:)

Naijalines...I'm singing it right now...lol.

Dr. Naaps...hooker in church, don't we all feel that way sometimes? Left u a comment (thanks) *giggles.*

Omosewa...the rock is rocking!!! Lol, that was RAH! But yeah, I'm sure sometime next yr...

Neers...I love your comment best "accepted with grace." There are some things we will receive that it will take the grace of God to accept, and I love that you realize that...:)

I guess I needed to hear this. For awhile now when I get into some sort of difficulty my first thought is always but XYZ never had to go through such stress; Y must my own be such a burden. Thank you for this post.

Great post. I have been thinking alot about "living in the present"...however, your post has given me a whole new take on that subject...cos even while one is trying to "live in the present" and enjoy the beauty of life, somehow, I am always hoping to share those moments...and its always frustrating when people don't see what I see...how can they not want to live life like this? Well..its okay...they don't have to see what I see...I can enjoy my moments...you know what? I think that feeling also comes from the fact that one does not want to be"selfish"...you always want to share with others..

Hmmmmmm...I think I am going to give myself permission to live my moments...even if there is no one else to share them with.